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Toga Toga Toga!

Friday night Brianna and I decided to throw a toga party. We were excited to have control of the people who showed up for once, so we decided to go all out. At least as all out as our limited budget would allow. We purchased gold and white streamers and garlands of ivy to decorate the house, and Trevor and I went around the neighborhood collecting giant palm leaves to adorn the entry way.

Around 8pm, and hour and a half before the party was scheduled start (per facebook), Brianna and Trevor’s girlfriend, Camry, arrived to help decorate the living room and create our togas. We left to purchase wine and beer, already stocked with vodka. After the quick alcohol run, we went to work on our togas. We crafted ivy headdresses and tied gold sashes around our makeshift costumes. After we were dressed to the nines and the house looked like a cheap frat’s version of Greece, we began to drink. Shots mixed with beer pong, which mixed with wine pong, before people started to arrive. A refreshing amount of people came to the party, all wearing togas. We considered it a success as the room filled with festive friends. Not a single random person showed up that night.

The party seemed like just a bunch of mingling, but underneath the surface, behind closed doors, and out on the street, mayhem was brewing. Carrie, another party attendee got into an altercation with a few people, including Jameson, who ended up storming out of the house after ripping his toga off, flinging an empty bottle of vodka across the room, and spitting on a couple of people. There was your typical girl drama, your typical uncomfortable couch hit-on sessions, and the inevitable sight of people passed out way too early. In short, despite Travis and Aaron’s absence, the party was still sufficiently crazy, especially considering this was the first toga party we’ve thrown or attended. Way too cliché quintessential college experience party? Check.

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Round Two.

On Saturday, after a day of homework, Crystal and I headed to the liquor store again. This time we had a much harder time deciding what to drink.  We narrowed it down to Vodka, and the cashier suggested Skyy. It ended up pairing perfectly with the sparkling cranberry juice I had hiding in the back of my fridge.

It was nearly nine o’clock when we began to pour shots at the kitchen counter. Ethan and Dane were strumming on their guitars, belting out the hits. Travis slowly and diligently drummed on the cajon, spacing out into a quieter world.

Crystal and I had taken a few shots when the house began to fill with people. A little while later, another boxing match broke out on the front lawn. We ran to the balcony and the mansquare to watch, climbing carefully over the railing. Crystal got precariously close the edge as we cheered the contenders on. Renae began fighting with a random girl off the street who kept hitting her in the face, despite a no face shots rule being called out. So Renae began to dole out a few face shots as well, and the random girl quickly backed down, leaving the driveway in a hurry.

After hanging and drinking awhile longer, a big group of us left to walk around. This didn’t last long, though. One kiss later (between two people in the group that would surprise you — yes, they’re going to remain unnamed), the group separated. Travis and his friends went off in one direction while Crystal and I followed the rest of the boys to a party. Once there, everyone turned around, not actually wanting to deal with the crowds. They began to walk back as we trailed behind, trying to get a hold of Travis to find out what party he was headed to. We ended up coming back home, where there was inevitably more guitar playing. A guy who’s been around a couple of times but whose name I do not know happened to pick up Ethan’s guitar. He strummed furiously, showing off in an all too obvious way. After a few hours of listening to a friend of Travis going on and on about something, we all decided to help get Ethan to bed. Crystal and I tried picking him up from his position on the couch, but he just thrashed about, hitting our faces and refusing help. That woke him up, though, and he went downstairs to hang out with Travis and Aaron. In an attempt to escape Travis’ chatty friend, I headed to bed.

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